CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Jacob E. Black's Point Of View
"Miley?!" I gasped, taking her face in my hands carefully and looking into her eyes, despite the fact that the alcohol wouldn't work this fast.
"It'll help me forget." Miley whimpered and I immediately brought her into my arms protectively, glaring at the vampires over her head.
"It's going to be okay." I murmured, kissing the top of Miley's head as she cried into my chest.
"I just wanna forget, Jacob." She sounded so broken I couldn't help but forget about the fact that we were in the middle of the vampires lair and the fact that Miley had just drunk alcohol at sixteen, and I brushed her tears away lightly.
"Drink!" Blondie ordered again, pushing one of the other three shot glasses towards Miley, looking directly at me as if challenging me to challenge her in the middle of her land..
"Don't!" I countered, but Miley already reached forward and picked up the glass, not drinking it yet. "Miley, drinking is not the answer." I tried to tell her, but it seeemed every time I spoke she proceeded because she downed the second shot with a wince. "Please don't do this, Miles, we can find another way." I pleaded, but she didn't seem to be listening. The brainless blond slid the thrid shot over to Miley and I was closer to dragging her out here than ever before, but I knew I couldn't without havong to force her, which might mean hurting her, which I just couldn't do.
"Please, Jacob?" She was almost begging me and it broke my heart. "It will stop the hurt... I just wanna stop the hurt."
"But, there's got to be another way." I pushed her hair back from her face and caught her glance briefly at the next shot. It was a longing look.
"Please?" That damn puppy dog look was gonna get someone killed one day because I couldn't resist it.
"Fine... But, I'm not leaving you for one second and as soon as something happens I'm getting you out of here." I reluctantly relented, some protector I am, letting my underage girlfriend drink with bloodthirsty vampires. As soon as I stopped speaking Miley took a deep breath and drank the third shot. I saw Blondie smirking and glared at her with all my might.
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An hour later Miley was sitting in my lap, holding a bottle of fruity flavoured vodka with an over-sized novelty Tweety Bird straw in it and she was well and truly not going to remember this day. The vampire infestation had increased and all of them except Doctor and Mrs. Fang were here watching Miley get drunk and mumble mostly incoherently.
"Mommy liked to do the Egyptian..." Miley said randomly, somewhat inteligibly before taking another drink from the straw. "She woulda liiiiiiiiked youuuuuuu..." Miley petted my head and tried to kiss me, somehow kissing my jaw instead of my lips and I sighed. I'd be lucky if Charlie didn't arrest me for letting his neice get drunk when she was with me, he definately didn't like me much these days.
"Sure, Miles." I muttered, wondering if I could finally get her out of here now that she was practically wasted. I couldn't take her back to Charlie's house, but maybe we could stay at the cave until she was a little more sober.
"No... I wanna stay here, Jacob, I wanna stay here and not remember the bads stuffs with you 'cause you're my boy." Miley whined, I could only guess that she was reading my mind. Maybe she'd been toying with it earlier for me to let her stay here, I didn't want to think that, but I couldn't find any reason why I would let her stay. "My beautiful Prince Charming..." She mumbled, her eyes drooping slightly as she took another drink. "Mommy and Daddy used to calls me a Princess and you're my Prince... Mommy was the Queen and Daddy was a King, what happened to 'long live the King and Queen'?" Her big blue eyes were wide and innocent as she looked up at me, waiting for me to answer. "... And Jackson was the crown Prince, he was gonna be King like Daddy when he growed up, but now he'll never be growed up." Miley dropped her bottle of vodka and curled into me, crying into my shoulder not for the first time, and probably not the last either. "I lost them already, I can't lose my Prince."
"I'm not going anywhere, Mi's." I promised, not even caring if I showing vulnerability in front of my enemies. "I'm not leaving you, ever."
"I want my Mommy..." Were the last words Miley sobbed before the vodka lulled her into a restless sleep.
"I don't think it would be wise to take her back to Charlie's just yet." Edward advised and I glared at all of the Cullens.
"Well, anywhere would be better than here." I muttered, not really into the whole 'vampire hating' thing right now. I repositioned Miley in my arms and stood up, heading for the door; I wasn't about to just sit around with my girlfriend passed out in the middle of the vampires domain. The door was already opened when I got to it and I barely glance at the emotion changer as I carried Miley out.
"Despite what you think, mutt, we actually do care about Miley." Emotion boy said, following as I walked to my car and carefully placed Miley in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt. "She can be like a lost little puppy sometimes... Impossible not to love." He added a minute later when I didn't say anything and I wondered why he was trying to justify himself, maybe he liked the challenge when she blocked his power or something, I didn't care, I just wanted her out of there.
"Whatever, bloodsucker." I glared, walking over to the drivers side and getting in, when I looked out the windshield the vampire was gone.
"Are you takin' me to Mommy, my Prince?" Miley mumbled barely inteligibly and I gulped, I couldn't bare to see her anymore hurt than she already was.
"Sure!" I muttered, reaching over and softly stroking her cheek, her head was lolled to the side and her mouth was slightly open as she snored cutely. "Anything you want, Mi's." Half an hour later I carried Miley into me andmy Dad's house, she was starting to come to and I wasn't sure what to do.
"Well, hello, son, I thought there was an age restriction for marriage in the state of Washington?" Dad questioned jokingly, it had never occured to me that's how it would have looked with me carrying Miley and her arms draped sleepily around my neck and her face nuzzled in my chest as I carried her across the threshold, but I didn't care either.
"I can't take her back to Charlie like this, Dad." I laid Miley on the couch and she mumbled something about crowns and jesters that I couldn't quite make out.
TWILIGHT
Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View
I am never drinking again. I decided that when I woke up sometime when it was dark outside with a killer headache and a foul taste in my mouth. Someone was stroking my hair back soothingly and I had a feeling it was Jacob, just because he was that perfect. The bright light behind my eyelids was burning and I felt like my head was going to crack open and my brain was going to melt out.
"How are you feeling?" Jacob asked in a whisper and I couldn't help but wince when my stupid wolf senses picked up every single tiny little sound within at least twnety miles, or at least that's what it felt like. I more sensed than anything that Jacob wanted to appologize, but didn't want to speak out loud for fear of hurting me. Jacob's warm lips pressed to my temple just before my head felt like it was in a blender and he was gone, when he came back he knelt next to me and brushed my hair back lightly. "Aspirin?" He barely breathed, but my stupid wolf hearing picked it up with too much volume than I could bear. I whimpered and barely managed to nod, Jacob held something to my lips and I could only guess it to be aspirin. Once I had successfully managed to swollow both pills Jacob sighed and I heard him settle onto the floor, his hand still on my cheek.
I would have stayed like that for the rest of my painful life if it weren't for the sudden need I felt to throw up my last three meals. I bolted upright and, ignoring my brain trying to escape my head, ran to the bathroom in Jacob's house a few seconds later found myself able to examine last nights dinner up close. Jacob was at my side a second later, holding my hair back as I continued to be sick and I wondered how he managed to still even look at me after seeing me puke, supposedly try and kill myself, sprout fur and turn into an overgrown husky and cry just about every time we were together for one reason or another. Anyone else with half a brain would have run away long ago and yet I was lucky enough to have the one guy on the face of the Earth who would stay and endure it all.
"I'm never drinking ever again..." I groaned, wanting to just curl up on the bathroom floor with Jacob until the pain went away or I died - which ever came first, I was think death would be first personally.
"Here," Jacob murmured, holding a glass to my lips and I obediently took a sip to rinse my mouth out.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled when he took me into his arms and picked me up, carrying me somewhere. "I'm a stupid idiot, you shouldn't have to put up with all this."
"I want to." Jacob replied and despite the migrane I had to open my eyes to shoot him a doubtful look. "Well, I don't want you to be doing this, because, you know, you end up hung over... But, I want to be here for you like this, I want to be able to take care of you when you need me... And stuff." He laid me down a soft bed and knelt next to me.
"But, you shouldn't." I tried to convince him, the aspirin starting to work. "You shouldn't need or want to have to take care of me because I shouldn't be stupid enough to get drunk and need taking care of. I don't deserve you, Jacob."
"It's me that doesn't deserve you, Mi." Jacob argued and I wondered if he had been drinking as well, because I couldn't come up with another for him to come to that conclusion.
"You're nuts, Jacob." I declared, scooting over, away from him, and tugging on his hand. "Now sleep with me!" My eyes were already closed, but when he didn't move I opened them to see him staring at me with wide eyes and his mouth sllightly ajar and it took me a minute to figure out why. "I didn't mean sex, I meant I lay, you lay down, we both sleep... Not sex!" I explained quickly and he snapped back to reality.
"I-I know..." Jacob stuttered, clearing his throat a couple of times. It's just those words coming from your mouth is enough to drive me crazy from wanting you, and I can't take care of it without you noticing and I don't want a repeat of October...
Jacob's thoughts invaded my mind without either of us intending it to happen. I sometime's felt like I was fine tuned to radio Jacob, because even when I'm surrounded by hundreds of people at school and he's miles away at his school I can still hear him perfectly. Even though I do try and listen to him as little as possible so I wouldn't invade his privacy, but sometimes he was a loud thinker and my holds on my mind slipped.
I reached for him and he quickly came, worry etched on his face and even without telepathy I knew he was worried I was sick or something, but instead I just pulled his head down to mine and kissed him softly, trying to tell him he didn't have to hide anything from me because if I had my way we'd never be seperated for the rest of our lives.
"Go take care of yourself." I mumbled against his lips and I felt like I could feel what he was feeling again, confusion. "I don't care about that anymore, just come back when you're done." I knew I must have still be really drunk to even be able to say that, let alone not be confused with an over-sized lobster, but I really couldn't bring myself to care. On second thoughts, I didn't want him to go anywhere, I wanted him to stay with for ever and ever. "Actually, don't go... I'll do it..."
"WHAT?" Jacob's voice rose several octaves and his body seemed to comply of its own accord when I pulled on his hand again and he got up and laid down next to me on his bed.
"You're takin' care of me, and I wanna take care of you..." I smiled kinda shyly and I didn't care if I was going to regret anything when I was sober. I liked drunk me better, she could tell Jacob anything without blushing and acting like the inexperienced little school girl I really am.
"Mi-M-Miles!" Jacob's said, his voice cracking in a kinda cute way that I didn't even know he was still capable of doing. "Wh-what are-are you d-doing-" I cut his adorable stuttering off with a kiss and barely managed to stop myself from losing myself in his purely Jacob taste and smell. I was half on top of him by the time the kiss ended and we were both breathing a little heavily as I reached down with one hand traced his abs downwards. Jacob's eyes closed in anticipation and I smiled to myself before his eyes flew open and his hand flew to my wrist, restraining me. "No!" He suddenly said and I felt confused, I thought this was what he wanted?
"But-" I started, feeling like a little kid being told off.
"But, you're not ready, Miles, we're not having sex until we're legally married and you're ready." Jacob said, but I could see the strain in his eyes and I pouted that cute little pout I used to use on my Daddy when I was little and wanted a cookie right before dinner.
"But, I want to do this!" I argued, sitting up half way. My pout wasn't working on him... Maybe it only worked for cookies? I wondered if he felt the need to suddenly get me a cookie.
"You're still drunk, you don't know what you want." I felt anger bubble inside e at those words, I may be head over heals in love with and want to do all sorts of sinful things with and to him, but that didn't mean he could tell me what I did or did not want.
"I know I've wanted you for months!" I countered, glaring slightly. "And I know you want me too, so why can't we be together that way?" I could see him running through excuses in his mind, trying to come up with one that would placate me, but I wasn't going to back down. I was going to please him in that way weather he wanted me to or not... Wow, I think weird when I'm drunk.
I was fee;ing kinda Jacob horny when I wrote the end of this chapter, so... Sorry!
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